When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become real.
— Margery Wilson

Intimacy with another is a necessary risk if we’re to know love. This means loving enough to let someone in on our most hidden parts, daring to share the awful truths about ourselves. When we hold a dreaded memory within, or fail to disclose our darkest secret, we’re haunted by the fear that another’s love is both conditional and long gone if the truth about us is revealed.

Though seldom remembered, one of the greatest tributes we can give one another is full expression of who we were, who we are, and who we hope to become. During any single moment, we are a composite of feelings, memories, and projections. Our reality is many faceted, and being intimate requires that we enrich each other’s lives with the full expression of ourselves.

Being real is courageous; it takes a decision and practice, and it is demanded if we’re to know love.